"My concept of death for a long time was to come down that mountain road at a hundred and twenty and just keep going straight right there, burst out through the barrier and hang out above all that...and there I'd be sitting in the front seat, stark naked, with a case of whiskey next to me, and a case of dynamite in the trunk...honking the horn, and
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My friend and I were talking about this just yesterday, we want to get into at least one high speed chase before we die, or end it that way.
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